[Intro]
It goes one for the money
It goes one for the money
And two for the show, yeah
It goes one for the money
And two for the chose, come on!
[Chorus]
I said one for the money and two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
I said one for the money and two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
220 miles per hour and around the track you hear my engine running
Can't cool me down
I might as well, you better get up out the road when you see me comin'
I'm from the gutter, a member the CMA her to put the fuckin' games
Took her 10 years to realize I was white trash
Now I totally embrace it, mane
Going harder than I ever had
I get money every day like sockage tank
I'm a blow that money like Ricky Bobby
And I'm all against the breaks like shake n bake
And I'm bout to do whatever it takes to get mo cake and eat it too
I'm leading you to the fearest line like you Jordan the violent eagle food
Tryin' to keep with me and Jelly Roll a most impossible, don't try it fool
Gotta keep it real for the friends who don't know
We at least say what we fuckin' do
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the hoes, four for the dro and blow
It's Lil Wyte and I'm out this bitch
Might him with that motherfuckin' hood, turnin' it on
It goes one for the money
It goes one for the money
And two for the show, yeah
It goes one for the money
And two for the chose, come on!
[Chorus]
I said one for the money and two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
I said one for the money and two for the chase
The money comin' fast like a NASCAR race
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
Ricky Bobby shake n bake, Ricky Bobby shake n bake
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
220 miles per hour and around the track you hear my engine running
Can't cool me down
I might as well, you better get up out the road when you see me comin'
I'm from the gutter, a member the CMA her to put the fuckin' games
Took her 10 years to realize I was white trash
Now I totally embrace it, mane
Going harder than I ever had
I get money every day like sockage tank
I'm a blow that money like Ricky Bobby
And I'm all against the breaks like shake n bake
And I'm bout to do whatever it takes to get mo cake and eat it too
I'm leading you to the fearest line like you Jordan the violent eagle food
Tryin' to keep with me and Jelly Roll a most impossible, don't try it fool
Gotta keep it real for the friends who don't know
We at least say what we fuckin' do
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the hoes, four for the dro and blow
It's Lil Wyte and I'm out this bitch
Might him with that motherfuckin' hood, turnin' it on
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